Letra de I Let My Guitar Do The Talking
I left Louisiana Some 60 years ago Bought me a one-way ticket To sweet home ChicagoWhen I lost my way My fingers did the walking I don't say too much I let my guitar do the talkingGot a sixth grade education I never finished school I'm straight out of Louisiana (Ledgewood, that is) I made my own rulesNobody let me in Nobody gave me nothing I don't say too much I let my guitar do the talkingWoo! My guitar's talkingCan you smell that? That's so funkyA little higherTake itFrom the east coast to the west coast New York to San Fran Interstate 80 all the way The band slept in the vanSometimes nobody listened I just kept on rocking I learned a long time ago I let my guitar do the talkingTalk to me, guitarTell it loud and clearSay it loudThat's what I'm talkin' 'boutSqueeze itBring it down